The Lonely Track Poem by Terry Finch

I walked along a lonely track,
my eye upon the end.
A cold wind blowing at my back,
hard times my only friend.

The journey chosen, always rough,
just couldn't get it right;
and all the jobs I'd had were tough,
the work was seldom light.

I never caught the train of wealth,
it never slowed for me.
It always came and left in stealth
and rich I shall not be.

So here I am and here to stay,
life cannot keep me down.
It's funny how life works that way,
' You either swim or drown. '

But somehow things can still work out,
strong will, I do not lack;
and I shall come without a doubt
to the end of this old track.